FYTB

[Intro] (Sosa 808 got this bitch knockin', nigga, ayy) [Verse 1] Yeah, I came in the game flexin', I was born to ball, yeah (Flexin') With a big bag, a nigga fly like Santa Claus (Bag) Man, these niggas rappin', cappin', actin' like they got it all (Cap) But they don't, dawg, man, these niggas fraud, uh Glizock, he for real, he the real deal, y'all (Yeah) Yeah, they say it's time to kill, just look at my skeleton Yeah, I hop up in my whip, my whip look like Megatron Yeah, motherfuck your deal, I made that lil' shit in six months (Yeah, that's real shit, nigga) [Chorus] Nigga, fuck you talkin' 'bout? (Fuck you talkin' 'bout?) I had racks on me then, racks on me now, yeah I was strapped back then, still strapped now, yeah Your bitch seen Glizock and she damn near blacked out, uh Yeah, I really live the life these niggas rap 'bout, uh I ain't wrestling with my mouth, no, I don't rap battle, uh Yeah, young nigga came from shit, but I didn't tap out, uh Have you ever spent a night up in the traphouse? Huh? [Verse 2] God, please protect my cheese 'cause these rats out, yeah I can't give no ho my seed, I can't crash out, huh I brought the racks out, baby, I brought the racks out (Yeah) Bitch, I got good credit, but I still cash out Yeah, just left up out the mall and I don't even check the tags Yeah, I just hopped up in that new Benz, skrrt skrrt, and I smashed Yeah, Glizock, he the shit, and man, these other niggas assed out Yeah, Glizock walk up in the building, your bitch, damn near passed out [Chorus] Nigga, fuck you talkin' 'bout? (The fuck?) I had racks on me then, racks on me now (Yeah) I was strapped back then, still strapped now, yeah Your bitch seen Glizock and she damn near blacked out, uh Nigga, fuck you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah, bitch) I had racks on me then, racks on me now (Yeah) I was strapped back then, still strapped now, yeah Your bitch seen Glizock and she damn near blacked out, uh Yeah, I really live the life these niggas rap 'bout, uh I ain't wrestling with my mouth, no, I don't rap battle, uh (Nah) Yeah, young nigga came from shit, but I didn't tap out, uh (Nah) Have you ever spent a night up in the traphouse? Huh? [Verse 3] Bitch, I ran it up, I still'll gun your ass down, yeah Seventh grade bumpin' Waka, I love them gun sounds, yeah Now a nigga drinkin' Wocky, I take mud baths, yeah These lil' niggas just be talkin', ain't got no cash (Ain't got no guap) Yeah, you broke, boy, he broke, boy, yeah, you niggas fucked up Thought I told you bitches that I'm blessed, I didn't luck up Glizock, let me hold somethin', shit, nigga, hold up Put that on my daddy, I paid cash for my Rolls truck, yup [Chorus] Nigga, fuck you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah) I had racks on me then, racks on me now (Yeah) I was strapped back then, still strapped now, yeah (I'm talkin' 'bout right now) Your bitch seen Glizock and she damn near blacked out, uh Yeah, I really live the life these niggas rap 'bout, uh I ain't wrestling with my mouth, no, I don't rap battle, uh Yeah, young nigga came from shit, but I didn't tap out, uh Have you ever spent a night up in the traphouse? Huh? (The fuck?)